Several times Mr.Conne looked back at him and smiled.

And once he said in that funny way of his, "All right, Tommy ?" "Yes, sir," Tom answered, trudging along.

He had been greatly agitated, but his wonted stolidness was returning now.

Probably he felt more comfortable and at home coming along behind with _Uncle Sam_ than he would have felt in the midst of this group where the vilest treason walked baffled, but unashamed, in the uniform of Uncle Sam.
Once Mr.Conne turned to see if Tom were following.

His cigar was stuck up in the corner; of his mouth as usual and he gave Tom a whimsical look.
"You hit the Piff family at both ends, didn't you, Tommy." "Y-yes, sir," said Tom..